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I get email, too, you know.
Today I got an email from a high school friend. Let’s call her Jane.
Jane explained that she googled me and read my blog for about 2 hours. She wrote that she was writing as a friend, and that she did not want to debate. She explained that despite my hope to carry on the conversation between belief and non, I alienate believers or opposing viewpoints with a pompous attitude.
She said I was insulting, disdainful and a handful of other pejorative descriptors.
She made a great case for, beside the word “pompous” in the dictionary, there’s a photo of Jeremy and I couldn’t agree more. I am pompous, belittling, insulting, nasty, vile, bigoted … let’s see what am I forgetting?
She said a couple of things which I want to quote her on. Jane said,
The whole concept of love is the greatest proof for me that God exists.
Wait a minute. I’m pompous?
If love is the greatest proof for god’s existence, that proves that it’s the Christian god?
If love is the greatest proof for the Christian god, keep that love away from me.
If I met Jesus, I wouldn’t forgive him for insulting humanity’s intelligence. I definitely wouldn’t love him. I’d ask him, “How did you convince your followers that if you killed yourself and brought yourself back to life, and had some guys write it in books and one dude who never met you lead most of the pack? How did you do it? That was an amazing con job, Jesus. Tell me how you did it.”
Christians boast all the time how awesome Jesus is. He listens. Heals them when they’re sick. Cheers them when they’re down.
Okay, I’ll give him “good listener.” When I was a Christian he listened like no one I’ve ever talked to. He never butts in or waits to talk.
God is Jesus and Jesus is God, right? Did Jane read what God did in the Old Testament? Is she not aware of the dogma and man-made concept of hell? Jesus has premeditated the death and torment of every non-believer to ever live. He knows he’s going to do it. And Christians KNOW that he knows it, and they still love the guy. They even call that “unconditional love” and try to convince non-believers that it’s so.
And I’m pompous.
I’d like a serving of unconditional love without condition, thank you very much. I don’t have friendships with murderers, liars, or thieves. Why would I start now? The concept of hell is so easily researched and disputed, I’m not quite sure how anyone still believes in it anymore.
Jane explained that there is no scientific explanation for love, nor for the love she experienced with her children. But she knows god exists because love exists.
Science gives great explanations for love. Read a fucking book.
(I know, pompous right? Yikes!)
Science is so pompous to consider evolution as the explanation for the origin of life. It’s not pompous that the Christian explanation for life that god made a man from dirt, and made a woman from his rib, and threw in a talking snake, and that these idiots’ disobedience is why there is evil in the world.
And holy shit, I’m the one who’s pompous?
The second thing she said that stuck out was (emphasis mine):
Lastly, I have a strong spiritual heritage in my family as you know. My grandfather is the most pure-spirited person I know and he has committed his entire life to not just following Christ but leading people to Him for the past 60-some years. He has witnessed angels and demons and miracles. I know there is more to this world than what we see partially based on what I have learned from my family and their experiences, too.
Why would god be so slimy that he would only reveal his angels, demons and miracles to a person already seeking those things out?
I don’t know either. I’m asking you.
Jane “knows” there’s more than what we see, and I’m pompous. Jane is hogging the only guy in the world who has proof of angels, demons and miracles.
I couldn’t bring myself to spell all this out in an email response to Jane. I wussed out and wrote one line:
Thanks for taking the time to read the blog and to write a response … at such an early hour, too.
I signed off, and walked my dog Talulah. I have more to do then deal with such magical thinking. Frankly, I could write for pages. But what good would that do to someone who has a direct link to the god of the universe? I’m the pompous one who depends on reality to base my decisions in life. I’m the pompous one who doesn’t want relationships with Jesus.
And my wife Tina physically and audibly thanks me often for just that.
I love love that I can feel, touch, taste, smell and hear.
I’m pompous that way.